World War One

• Olivia Gourlay, Grade 9, Bellarine Secondary College - Drysdale Campus
• Poetry
• 2018

Finalist in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition

The ash, the blood, the dead bodies all around,
The bullets, the survivors, the wounded on the ground.
Dirt on our faces, blood on our hands,
Fighting for the country, on the Turkish lands.
The spilled blood on the flowers, only smoke we can see,
Fighting for family, fighting for me.
The sounds of gunshots, and the sound of strangled cries,
Love in our hearts, fear in our eyes.
Too many bodies, too many friends,
Too many lost souls, waiting for the end.
Word has come at last, to stop fighting each other,
We get out of the trenches, we get out of cover.
We remember the brave soldiers who weren’t scared to fight,
We remember the Anzacs who fought all day and all night.
Lest we forget the families who cried,
Lest we forget the true Anzacs who died.